"Hmph! I've been looking everywhere for you." Weiss scowls at you, clearly irritated at having spent so much time looking for you

She stomps towards you, her high heels clacking across the pavement. She stops right in front of you and rest her hands on her hips. She's about to give you a scolding of a lifetime!

She shakes her head "What am I going to do with you, dolt?"

"I've been searching all over the mansion and even outside, you fool! Where did you go?" She huffs angrily, irritated that she had to waste her time looking for you. "And don't try to deny it; your scent is all over the place!" Her pale eyes narrow dangerously as they bore into yours.

"I don't know what I'm going to do with you..." Weiss mutters under her breath, shaking her head in annoyance. "Just don't pull anything like this again, alright? It's bad enough I have to put up with your idiocy; I don't need any extra problems."

She glares at you for a moment longer before finally deciding that yelling any more wouldn't achieve much. "Let's just get back inside," she says curtly, turning on her heel and leading the way back to the mansion.

"I am taking you to my father," she says coldly as she continues walking through the garden and back toward the house. "He's the one who insists on keeping you around, so I suppose he can deal with your antics."

There's a dangerous glint in her eye that speaks volumes about how much patience she has left for your nonsense.

"Don't be ridiculous," she snaps, shooting you an irritated glare. "This is hardly 'little nonsense'. You disappear without a trace, and then you have the gall to act like it's no big deal? He practically raised you, and I'm supposed to just ignore something like that?"

Weiss blinks, taken aback by your sudden question. "What kind of a thing is that to say?" she hisses through gritted teeth. "You know very well that's not how it works." She folds her arms over her chest, glaring at you angrily. "And stop trying to change the subject. You made a mistake, and now you have to face the consequences."

Her eyes narrow as she listens to your explanation, but even then, her expression doesn't soften much. "I see... I suppose that does make a bit more sense," she says quietly, the anger slowly beginning to drain from her voice. "Still, you should have at least told me where you were going..." She trails off with a sigh, looking somewhat chagrined.

"Fine, this one time I'll let it slide... but don't push your luck," she warns, not quite meeting your gaze as they walk toward the mansion once more. "We both know you should have told me."

"Hmph..." She hesitates for a moment before finally relenting and wrapping her arms around you in a stiff hug. "Fine, alright," she mutters grudgingly. "But don't make a habit of it."

Her pale skin presses against yours, and you can feel the tension begin to drain from her body as they remain locked together for several long moments. Eventually, she pulls back with an annoyed huff, brushing invisible dust off her sleeve. "Now let's get inside before someone sees us like this," she says pointedly, marching toward the door once more.

"Ugh..." She rolls her eyes and grumbles under her breath, but doesn't push you away as you hug her tighter "...Fine. But only for a little while longer," she mutters reluctantly, not meeting your gaze. Her body relaxes into the embrace after a moment of resistance. "You know... we don't have to be so aloof with each other all the time," she whispers, sounding almost like she doesn't believe her own words. "I mean... you're kinda like a brother to me..."

"I-I don't know what to say..." She mumbles, her cheeks flushing a faint pink as she buries her face in your chest. "I... I just want us to be able to trust each other," she whispers, squeezing you tighter. The confession takes her by surprise almost as much as it does you. "Even if we aren't always perfect... or act like it..."

She pulls back a little, looking up at you with wide, uncertain eyes. "...Can I count on that?"

"I-I was just going to head upstairs and get ready for bed," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper as they continue to stand there in the hallway. "You should probably do the same." Her words are tinged with reluctance; she doesn't want to let go of you yet.

But duty calls, and eventually she pulls away from your embrace, stepping back just enough so that she can look you in the eye again. She straightens her posture, smoothing down her dress as she tries to regain some composure. "Let's go," she says firmly, turning to lead the way up the stairs toward their respective rooms.

Their closeness from earlier feels like a distant memory now, replaced by the familiar boundaries that they usually maintain around each other. But there's something different about this night... they both know it. And with that thought lingering in the air between them, they part ways at the top of the stairs, heading off to their bedrooms for the evening.

"Well," she says, tilting her head as she thinks about it, "as long as I can remember, at least." There's a wistful quality to her voice that hints at memories shared between them; moments of companionship and camaraderie. It's clear they've been through quite a lot together, whether she likes to admit it or not.

"I suppose I could use someone to watch my back," she continues with a small smile, "and who better than family?" Her words are full of affection now, despite the cold tone she usually adopts. For a brief moment, her true feelings shine through before she snaps back into formality. "But don't get any ideas; I won't have you following me around like a lost puppy."

She pauses for a moment before slowly shaking her head. "No... I'm not going to the Academy," she says quietly, her voice filled with determination. "I have other plans." Even though it might go against what her family expects of her, deep down inside, Weiss knows that there has to be something more for her than just being a part of the Schnee Dynasty. She wants to prove herself as an independent woman and find her own place in the world.

"But I suppose we'll have plenty of time to discuss all that tomorrow," she says with a dismissive wave of her hand, deciding not to dwell on it further tonight. With one last look down the hallway, she turns toward her room, the soft click of the door closing behind her signaling that she's ready for sleep.

She lies in bed, staring up at the ceiling as she tries to quiet her thoughts. The events of the day spin around in her mind like a whirlwind, leaving her both exhilarated and exhausted. A faint smile plays across her lips as she remembers your words about them being like brother and sister; it's been so long since anyone has said anything even close to that to her...

And yet another part of her feels guilty for wanting you there in the first place. Her father would not be pleased with this development at all. But what can she do? She can't help how she feels, and deep down inside, there's something about having you around that makes her feel... whole.

The soft carpet muffles the sound of her footsteps as she tiptoes across the floor, heading straight toward your room. Her heart is racing with a mix of nervousness and anticipation; she's not sure what to expect or how you might react. She clutches at the small box in her hands, feeling almost guilty for even considering giving it to you. But then again... maybe tonight is the night for new beginnings.

As she reaches your door, she takes a deep breath and slowly pushes it open, revealing your sleeping form beneath the covers. The light from the hallway casts an ethereal glow over her pale skin as she approaches the bed, hesitating for just a moment before kneeling down beside you. Her heart is pounding in her chest as she extends her hand, offering the box to you. "Happy birthday," she whispers softly.

The relief is palpable on her face as you laugh; she really thought that you might be angry with her. A tentative smile spreads across her lips as she watches your reaction to the gift. "I couldn't let my big brother feel forgotten," she teases, using one of the nicknames she sometimes calls you.

Her gaze flickers down for a moment before shooting back up again; this is new territory for them both, and she isn't quite sure how to navigate it. "So... happy birthday," she repeats, her voice barely above a whisper. "I hope you like it."

Her face turns an even deeper shade of red as she watches you open the box and reveal its contents; her eyes dart around the room, unable to meet yours directly. "I-I thought... well, I just wanted us to be closer..." she stammers, sounding more confused than ever. The leash in your hands only serves to heighten her arousal; it's such a taboo and forbidden thing between them that it somehow makes the act all the more thrilling.

Her heart is racing, and she feels breathless with anticipation as you look at her. She doesn't know what this means or where it might lead, but she can't deny that she wants to find out. Her gaze flicks back up to meet yours for just a moment before looking away again, feeling an overwhelming mix of embarrassment and desire coursing through her veins.

Her cheeks burn redder at your comment and she can't help but shiver slightly in anticipation. She nods quickly, unable to meet your gaze as her heart hammers in her chest. "Y-yes... I want you to," she whispers hoarsely, barely able to get the words out past the lump forming in her throat.

The feel of your fingers brushing against her skin sends shivers down her spine as you begin to fasten the collar around her neck. The leash dangles loosely between your hands, taunting her with its potential use and power dynamic shift. She bites her lip, trying not to moan as she feels the cool metal press against her skin.

Her breath catches in her throat as you speak; the words alone send a rush of heat through her entire body. She parts her legs slightly, exposing herself to your gaze as she offers herself up to you. There's a desperation in her eyes that only serves to arouse you further; she wants this more than anything and it shows on her face.

She whimpers softly when you press the tail against her anus, positioning it before beginning to slowly push it inside. Her fingers dig into the sheets as sensations wash over her; a mix of pain and pleasure that only intensifies with every inch the tail slips deeper into her body. She bites down on her lower lip to stifle her moans, afraid that someone might hear them through the walls.

Her words catch in her throat as you pull her down with the leash; it's a sharp reminder of their new dynamic and one that she can't quite ignore. As she tries to regain control over herself, she replies breathlessly, "I... I am Weiss... One of your sisters..." She hesitates, uncertainty written all over her flushed face before finally meeting your gaze directly. "...And I want you to do whatever you want with me."

Her heart is racing and her body trembles with anticipation; she's never been so exposed or vulnerable around anyone before, not even her own family. The feel of your strong hands on her skin sends shivers down her spine as you continue to hold onto the leash, guiding her where you will. It's exhilarating and terrifying all at once, but she can't bring herself to pull away from it now.

Her cheeks flush even deeper as you mention your faunus cock; the thought alone sends a jolt of arousal straight to her core. She parts her lips, letting out a shaky breath before nodding slowly, taking a tentative step forward toward you. Her fingers fumble with the button and zip on your pants, eager to set you free.

Her hands tremble as she reaches inside, gripping your hard length with a mix of awe and excitement. It feels so much bigger than anything she's ever encountered before; it's almost overwhelming. But she doesn't want to stop, can't seem to find the strength to pull away. Instead, she lowers her head, taking your cock in her mouth, tasting you for the first time.

Her eyes roll back into her head as she begins to bob up and down on your shaft; it feels incredible, too much so that she almost loses control. She moans around you, desperate for more contact with your skin as her body aches for release. Her fingers dig into your hips, holding on tightly as she sucks you deeper, harder.

Her mouth stretches around the thick length of your cock, accommodating as much as she can before beginning to moan and gasp for air. The sensation is overwhelming, filling her up in a way that she's never experienced before. Her hands fumble with the buttons on your shirt, desperate to feel more of you against her skin.

With every breath she takes, her need grows stronger; her body begs for release and your cock is the only thing that can give it to her. She doesn't know what this means or where it might lead, but at this moment, all that matters is feeling the heat of you inside her mouth and the pressure of your hands on her back, guiding her through this unfamiliar territory.

Her eyes meet yours as you speak, and the desire there is enough to make her whole body tremble with need. She parts her lips wider, taking in more of your cock as she feels its heat press against the back of her throat. Her hands continue their relentless search for bare skin, finally skimming up your chest and over your shoulders before settling on your neck, pulling you down toward her mouth even further.

Her tongue swirls around your shaft, tasting the salty drops that gather at its tip as she moans and gasps around you. The feel of her skin beneath his fingers, her muscles tensing and relaxing in time with each stroke of his thumb... it's enough to send shivers down his spine and make him growl low in his throat. He can feel the pressure building inside of her, ready to explode at any moment now, but he doesn't want this night to end just yet.

Her eyes water as you thrust forward roughly, the force sending vibrations through her entire body. She chokes around your cock, struggling to breathe as you fill her throat with your length. Her hands tighten on your hips, digging into your skin as she tries to find purchase against the overwhelming sensation.

Her vision blurs and a rush of heat washes over her; she knows she's about to come undone beneath you. Her mouth works frantically around your cock, eager for even more of your essence as her body quakes with pleasure. With a hoarse cry that echoes through the empty hallway, she explodes around you, pulsing and shuddering in time with each thrust as she comes undone beneath your touch.